Blizzards in the sun of hope

Almost 5 years ago
"Mommy? Is the snow going to stop? When will it stop? Are we going to die?"I asked, more and more panic going into my voice with each question. "No nighean we will live and I feel you know that quit well." My mother replied, lightly touching my nose


I suddenly felt all of my fear melt away like a fire melts away snow, I focused on the crackling of the fire and the breaths I was taking, but then another question filled my mind, I was a question that hung in my mind like and icicle on a roof, fragile if you touch it but deadly and sharp, "Mommy, how do you know that we won't die?" I asked.


My mother exhaled deeply, I smelled her breath, It smelled like mint and hot Chocolate, it relaxed me usually, but today it made me wonder even more about the fates of myself and my mother.


"Nina, Do you know the story of the Man and the Spirit?" She asked me with a calm voice, "No" I said shaking my head, eager to hear the story.

"Well, almost thirty years ago there was a man who met a spirit, this spirit was the spirit of Hope and Rebirth, this man was hungry and starving and felt like there was nothing left for him to do and he should not be here anymore, The spirit then visited him on winter solstice and gave him a crisp envelope that contained all he ever needed in life - Can you guess what was in it?" My mother said, asking me a serious question.

"Was it...A new beginning?" I asked thinking a long time before answering the question.

"Why don't you see for yourself?" She asked me playfully, she pulled out a crisp vanilla envelope that looked very old and had been in that drawer for years.

I touched the envelope - I felt like it could have crumbled right then and there.

I opened it, my hands shaking.

I reached in and got the slip of paper.

And I read it.

There was only a few sentences but these were the sentences that I knew I would live the rest of my last of life by:

𝐻𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈.
𝐿𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓉.
𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝒶 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝑜𝓅𝓅𝓊𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓃𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓈.


𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇

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What did this blog represent?
while the message was pretty hidden it was mainly about how to never give up hope and rebirth, because while the coldest winters of life may come, there is always a spring waiting to happen, because I think Christmas is about hope and hospitality so that's what I made my entry about, I hope you enjoyed the read, I know I enjoyed writing it!

~ Robin ∇ ~

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Story is 100% original no inspiration from other stories followed the making of this story

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